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You Are What You Eat

There was no way I was eating any;
They smelled like grandpa's old feet,
But mom scolded: "You better have plenty
Cuz you know, you are what you eat."
So, when she left the room, I threw them out
Cuz I don't wanna be a Brussels sprout.
Written by Allison_Wonderland
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